“No, it’s not that, its just …..” I hesitated. Jamal leaned forward until I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his muscular arms on either side of me, propping him up.

“Damn, Krista,” he hissed. “Pussy be sweet. Sweet and tight. Damn!”

“What is it, Krista?” Derrick asked.

“It’s just, well…” I said as he kissed me again. “My family’s old school, from a really small town and my daddy’d be really pissed if word about us got back to him, not to mention my b…..” I stopped.

Derrick smiled. “Ya boyfriend? Is that what you mean?” he said, laughing. “Don’t worry, Krista. Me and my boyz make a livin’ off white girls like you, who date rich white boys but come lookin’ for sumpin’ special from a nigga every once in a while.”

I refocused my attention on Derrick’s cock and took him back into my mouth, as Derrick guided me up and down on his lap. I began to make little, high-pitched squeals as Jamal continued fucking me.

“My nigga getting’ to ya, Krista?”

“Uh huh.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“Go on, tell him it feels good, babygurl…” I hesitated. Clearly, Derrick and Jamal enjoyed my embarrassment at how I was reacting to sex with them. The signs were becoming more and more obvious. My face was becoming flushed and red, my nipples were starting to get hard and poke straight out and Jamal’s pounding was forcing groans and squeals of pleasure out of me. He actually did have a really nice cock and clearly he wasn’t want of those guys who thought a big cock was enough to impress. Jamal had plenty of ego and attitude, don’t get me wrong, but he also knew a tender touch and the right words at the right time could mean the difference between a guy just getting off and two people really wanting each other. He knew a girl like me would let a guy be as cocky as he wants if he knows the right buttons to push and he was definitely pushing them.

“Tell him, Krista,” Derrick interrupted. “Tell my boy you like it when he fucks you.”

Jamal was breathing harder. “You like it, Krista? You like how I’m fuckin’ you?”

I raised up off Derrick and turn toward Jamal over my shoulder. He kissed me deeply, his warm, wet tongue probing my mouth. He broke away, leaving me gasping for breath and I dropped my head and moaned.

“Better than that white boy back home?” Derrick said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at me, looking deep into my soul. He knows, I thought to myself, he knows how long I’ve wanted this. Derrick cupped my face in his hands and leaned forward, bringing his face within inches of mine and letting a cocky grin emerge.

“It’s waaay better than them white boys, ain’t it, Krista?” he said as he began to kiss me. “We know all the right buttons to push wit’ you, babygurl and we gon’ spend all night pushin’ em.”

“Ohmigod…” I whispered.

“And when you ready …not tonight, but when you ready…we gon’ bring some mo’ boyz by to play wit’ you, baby. And you gon’ have fun wit’ them, too.”

“Wait, no…” I protested.

“Shhhhhhh, quiet girl,” Derrick said. “Ah’m just tellin’ you how its gonna be. You gonna be real sweet to my crew and we gonna make you our favorite white girl, see. Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

Jamal leaned forward again. “Ooooh, it’s gonna be so much fun, Krista!” he whispered. “You know what we ‘gon make you, don’t cha?”

I gasped as Jamal’s thrusts became harder. I started to whine, my voice high pitched and squeaky, like a little girl’s and I could feel the blood draining from my face as it circulated through my body and gathered in the fleshy areas between my legs. I tried to speak, but couldn’t and started getting light headed.

“Go on, girl, say it!” Derrick laughed. “If we ‘gon turn you into one, you gotta be able to say it!’

I looked deep into Derrick’s eyes. “Y..y..your bitch?” I said, but it sounded more like a plea than an answer. Both men started snickering. Derrick kissed me and looked at me with what appeared to be genuine affection.

“Das’ right, Krista,” he said. “You my bitch, now.”

Jamal laughed. “C’mon, Krista, let’s call up ya’ daddy and tell him you got a new daddy now.” Derrick reached over and picked up my cell phone, lying on the night stand.

Derrick laughed. “Oh, you don’t think he’ll like some strange nigga callin’ him up and tellin’ him he’s got his dick buried in his little princess?”

“No, please.”

“Oh? Maybe we should call up that boyfriend and tell him you beggin’ us to fuck you..”

“No, seriously..”

“Whatsa matter, Krista? You don’t like Jamal’s dick in you?”

“No, its not that…”

“Go on, baby,” Derrick teased. “Tell the man how good it feels.”

I hesitated. This isn’t what I’d envisioned the night becoming. I’d thought by inviting these two beautiful men into my apartment, I was opening the door to a night of exploration. I quickly realized I was losing control and Jamal and Derrick wanted sex on their terms, not mine. I was being prodded into playing a role and if I wanted to have them in my bed, it was a role I needed to embrace, something outside my comfort zone. I would need to be a brazen, openly sexual, lustful little white girl, the type of girl for whom their pleasure meant my pleasure. I was convinced I would burn in Hell for what I was feeling and what I was about to do.

I looked over my shoulder at Jamal. “Mmmmmm, you really feel good inside me, Jamal,” I said, hesitantly. “I can’t believe how much your thick, beautiful cock turns me on. I’ve never been fucked like this before…”

“White boy don’t hit it like ‘dis?”

“Not even close.”

“What about Derrick?” I looked over at him, leaning against the headboard, smiling, watching me take his best friend’s cock inside me.

“Derrick’s gonna make me have an orgasm,” I said, smiling. “Derrick’s a white girl’s pussy pleaser.”

Jamal leaned forward and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His breathing became shallower and the pace of his thrusts picked up. I could tell he was getting close.

“Ah’m gon’ cum in ya mouth, girl,” he whispered. “You down wit ‘dat?”

I nodded and in a flash he was out of me, grabbing my shoulder and flipping me over. He stepped off the bed and moved closer to my face, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, glistening with my juices. Instinctively I opened my mouth as he moved closer and masturbated over me. He groaned loudly and seconds later, thick, white drops of sperm erupted from Jamal’s dick and shot across my mouth and cheeks. I felt the warm, sticky fluid against my skin and as he milked his cock into my mouth, I could taste the salty, bitterness of his cum coating my tongue. I looked up at him and watch Jamal as he bit his lip and squeezed spurt after spurt onto my chin and into my mouth. I remember being surprised at how long he went on and the sheer volume of his orgasm. I’d done this once before for Brian (my boyfriend), but neither the passion nor the amount of fluid involved was even close. After several minutes, I closed my mouth and for a few seconds held Jamal’s seed in my mouth.

Surprisingly, the taste wasn’t awful. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t tasty or anything like that, but after listening to my girlfriends recoil at any mention of the taste of a guy’s cum, I’d sort of bought into the notion that it was something girls do to please a man, but not something they enjoy. When I’d done it for Brian, it was an obligation and I hadn’t really enjoyed it, but it was different with Jamal. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was way hotter than my boyfriend or that I really wanted to please him or that the fucking he’d just given me had gotten me so hot he could’ve done anything and I would’ve been into it, but I didn’t mind his cum in my mouth. In fact, for a few seconds, I savored the taste of him. As I slowly let his load slide down the back of my throat, the word potent kept coming into my mind. I made a mental note that if I ever let Jamal fuck me again, one of us would have to use precautions. I realized that if I kept rolling the dice with Jamal, it wouldn’t take long before I would be pregnant and he would be gone so fast my head would spin. I reached up and gently wrapped my hand around Jamal’s cock, smiling up at him and I wondered if he’d made many girls pregnant with his gorgeous, thick cock.

Jamal reached over to the night stand, picked up a few tissues and handed them to me. I rolled my eyes.

“Damn, baby,” I said, smiling. “You been savin’ up…” I wiped off my chin and dabbed a few droplets across my breasts. I felt Derrick’s hand petting the back of my head.

“You ain’t done, yet, Krista,” he said.

I rolled over onto my back and Derrick slid on top of me, propping himself up with his elbows to either side of my head. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly as I curled my hands around his hard biceps. Derrick wasn’t put off at all by my willingness to take Jamal’s load in my mouth and he leaned down and began to kiss me.

I locked my arms around his neck and I could feel my heart beginning to pound faster. Derrick had been the guy I’d first connected with that night at the club and I could feel a mix of emotions welling up inside me as we kissed. I’d thought about what it might be like with him that first night we met, to have him in my bed, to feel his naked body on top of me, to give myself to him unconditionally, expecting nothing in return. I saw how girls looked at him and I didn’t have any illusions that they wouldn’t have traded places with me in a heartbeat. I’d never met a man with such skill at making a girl’s desires bubble to the surface, then taking it and molding it in such a way that she became what he wanted. That was me as Derrick made love to me, something he wanted. And someone who wanted him inside her more than she wanted anything else in the world.

Derrick placed one knee inside mine and gently spread my legs. He slowly positioned himself and began rubbing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips, sliding between the labia and I gasped as I felt him against my clit. He pulled his lips away from mine, but kept his face inches away from my face as he whispered, our eyes locked into each others.

“You want this, don’t cha, Krista?”

“Uh huh,” I whimpered.

He smiled. “Mmmmmmm, Ah’m gon’ hit this till we can’t take it no more…”

I nodded. “And ah’m gonna hit it regular, too,” Derrick said. “You gonna have to get rid of that white boy, okay?” I nodded.

He leaned down to kiss me and I felt the pressure of his cock building against my pussy. Suddenly, he slid inside my and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started slowly sliding in and out of me as I moaned beneath him.

Obviously, I was not a virgin when I first got with Derrick, but I felt like I’d never experienced this type of physical, sexual connection before. Our bodies melded together and began moving rhythmically together. His cock completely filled me in a way I’d never experienced before and my arousal made it possible for him to slide effortlessly in and out of me despite his impressive size.

I kissed the side of his face. “Oh, Derrick,” I whined, my voice high pitched and pleading. “Ohmigod!”

Within minutes I could feel the orgasm building inside me. My face felt hot and flushed, my nipples were hard and pointy and I clutched Derrick’s body with all my strength. My orgasms in the past had been quick flashes, like a light bulb popping, but this time it was slow, the intensity building and I opened my eyes for a second to see Derrick smiling down at me.

“Give it up, babygurl,” he whisper. “You know ah’m gonna rock ya house till you get off for me…”

Suddenly, I clutched him tightly and I could feel the blood in my body draining to my lower regions. “Oh, Derrick!” I groaned loudly. “Oh, yesssssss, baybeeeeeeeee!!” I could feel my pussy begin to spasm and flood with my juices. He stopped suddenly and we were still. It took several minutes before my mind began to clear and I became aware of our bodies again. He looked at me and we kissed, then slowly he began to pump into me again.

“Feel good?” he said, smiling.

“Ohmigod, you have no idea,” I said, blushing as I felt my face turning hot.